Hiya. Edited chapters 39-41 because I added some things. I suggest you reread them cuz there's kind of an important thing in chapter 39..

K, so, 'nuff talking. New chapter.

DISCLAIMER; TooBusyBeingAnAwkoTaco does not own the 39 Clues or their characters only her own.

P.S; I suck at writing poetry. I apologize in advance.


Half an hour later...

I kissed Caleb on more time. "Bye."

"I'll see you tomorrow." Caleb assured. I shut the door behind him and sighed. In that whole half an hour, we just made out basically.

I heard somebody whistle. I spun on my heel and saw Emma at the kitchen, snacking on some chips.

"Lindsay, what did y'all do in the half an hour he was here?" Emma questioned, wagging her eyebrows at me.

"F*cked like there was no tomorrow." I brought my hands down and pushed forward in THAT motion.

Emma started coughing uncontrollably. This caused me to smirk.

"Lindsay! You're thirteen!"

"I'm just kidding." I informed her, trying not to laugh. She breathed a sigh of relief. "What kind of chips are those?"

"Salt and Vinegar."

I scrunched my nose in disgust.

"Want some?"

"No thanks. I don't want to ruin the taste of Ruffles with different types of chips."

"God, Lindsay. So... What did you guys actually do?"

"We talked."

Emma raised an eyebrow.

"And... We made out."

Emma through her hands in the air. "Points!"

"Shut up."

«»«»«»

Five days later I was lying on my bed with my earphones in my ears, my iPod in my hands. I was listening to some of my music, to, you know, figure out what kind of person I am.

There was this one song, Abraham's Daughter by Arcade Fire. It made me want to commit suicide! I got a weird feeling in my stomach when I thought about that. It felt like I knew what committing suicide feels like, and if I tried again, I would probably end up dying. I shuddered.

There was a knock on my bedroom door.

"Come in!" I called

Caleb, my official boyfriend, walked in. He closed the door behind him. I grinned hugely.

He looked so hot today; black v neck, his cross necklace, some skinny jeans, and some DC shoes.

"Hey." I greeted. Caleb sat down beside me on the bed. I pulled out my earphones.

"What are you listening to?" Caleb asked.

I sighed. "This playlist titled 'Fav songs'. There's about fifty of them on here."

Caleb picked up my iPod and flipped through. "Ready Set, Ready Set, Ready Set, Conor Maynard, Ready Set, AWOLNATION, Ready Set... God, you must love the Ready Set."

"So I've been told." I muttered.

"Why do you sound so upset?" Caleb questioned, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

I sighed again. "It's been five whole days since I lost my memory. I want it to come back."

A teasing smirk appeared on Caleb's face. "Lindsay, there's seven days in a week."

"Right. But that's only two days difference. Maybe it'll come back early." I supplied in frustration. You have no idea what it's like not having memory.

Caleb bit his lip. Every time he did that, my heart skipped a beat for some unknown reason. "You fell asleep with memory, but woke up with none, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah. So?"

"Maybe you're right. Maybe it'll come back early if you take a nap."

"Bur Caleb, I've gone to sleep four nights in a row. Nothing happened."

"Well maybe something will happen today. Just try."

"Oh, alright."

Caleb laid down, and I used his chest as a pillow. I closed my eyes a tried to fall asleep. Then I noticed something; Caleb's heartbeat was crazy fast. I smiled.

"I can hear your heartbeat, you know." I told him. I glanced up just in time to see his pale face turn bright red.

I placed my head back on his chest. It a few minutes, I fell asleep.

Yes, I had a dream. A rather scary dream, let me tell you that.

So it started off that I was a totally different person. New look, new family, new everything. So my mom my dad and my older bro and moi went to this place where you get your picture taken. So I was waiting in line, and this lady is like, "I AM FROM HONG KONG. YOU SHALL BOW DOWN TO ME!"

Then the Hong Kong lady was like, "I need something from my culture!"

So my mom worked at the pet store so we got in the car and drove over there. Then we got inside and there was a big convention. My mom told us to wait in the back.

My mom then brought out a box of silk worms. My little brother took one out and named him Ricky.

So my lil bro put Ricky on my shoulder. And guess what I did?

I'll give you one guess. Okay, GO!

Nope you're wrong.

I picked it up, AND SHOVED IT INTO MY GOD DAMN MUTHUR F*CKIN MOUTH!

AND SWALLOWED.

HOW RETARDED WAS I?

So I could feel the worm moving down my throat. But then all of a sudden, it shot up from my throat. I held it in my mouth for a minute, feeling it's squishiness until I spit it out on the Hong Kong lady, then I puked on her.

Then I made out with Thor xD

THE END!

Yup... You can call me crazy now. When my eyes fluttered open, honest to God, my life flashed before my eyes.

Everything. Kindergarten, grade school, getting trapped in that elevator, picnics with the family, Christmases, my parents' death, the orphanage, the stronghold, meeting Emma and Jonah, my first mission, and all the other missions, coming to the mansion, and basically my time at the mansion until know.

I gasped so loudly, I swear I nearly caused a tsunami.

Caleb was sleeping, but after my little spazz attack, he woke up.

I sat up and engulfed him in a hug "It worked! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Sure, the reason I had ran away from Caleb when he first kissed me was back, but it didn't matter. Dan was gone (not literally, he was probably downstairs. But I mean I'm not dating him anymore), and I was now dating Caleb. So it's all good.

"Daps," Caleb held out his fist, and I happily pounded back. "You don't happen to remember why you ran away when I kissed you?"

"Right, um... I was sort of, Uh..."

Caleb raised his eyebrows. "What? Tell me, I'll understand."

My answer was barely audible. "I was dating Dan then."

Caleb's eyebrows dropped. He glanced down at his knees. "Oh."

"But we broke up, like..." I counted on my fingers. "Like, six or seven days ago."

"And you're over him?" Caleb asked.

"Well, I mean, he was my first boyfriend. He'll always have a special place in my heart. But we broke up, I'm dating you, and now you take up an even bigger place in my heart." I smiled up at him.

He was faintly blushing, but he was grinning bigger than I was.

"Okay, good."

Caleb's phone beeped. He pulled it out of his pocket and a vaguely saw the screen;

Dear Dark_Poet,

ChinchillaCat has sent you a message!

Hey, Dark_Poet! I just want you to know that I LOOOOVEE your poems, and I'm waiting for that new update (;

Sincerely, the Wattpad team

I frowned. "Dark Poet?"

Caleb's face flushed. "It's nothing."

"Let me read some of your poems."

"But—"

"Let me read some of your poems." I repeated, more sternly this time.

Caleb tapped a few things before handing his iPhone to me.

As I picked it up, I asked, "How long have you been writing poems for?"

Caleb scratched the back of his neck. "Three years."

I nodded and started to read the first one;

Shattered windows,

Shattered heart,

Your detailed face,

Priceless like art

Yet you don't see

You don't see

I stroke your hair,

Caress your cheek,

Soft and mild,

Slender and sleek

Yet you don't see

You don't see

Your kisses make warmth,

As we tease and play,

But when I call you beautiful,

You freeze like clay

Can't you see?

Please just see

That you are beautiful,

Caring, loving, sweet,

Playful, hilarious,

Tender, and meek

*~A poem by Dark_Poet~*

I gaped at the screen. "You... You wrote that?"

"That was my first poem. It was about a girl in my fifth grade class. I really like her, but we moved before I grew the balls to ask her out." Caleb explained.

"It's really, really good. Do you have any more?"

"Er... 57 more..."

I stared at him, wide eyed. "I would read them all... But I need to go ask a few questions. Coming?"

"Sure." Caleb hopped up and followed me out the door.

At the top of the staircase, I screamed, "I got my memory back!"

"Woohoo." Somebody called back, with so much enthusiasm. Sarcasm.

"Piss off, this is exciting!" I shouted, folding my arms.

"About as exciting as seeing a cow give birth."

My mouth hung open in shock. I didn't see what Caleb was doing, but I wouldn't blame him if he was laughing.

And the douche bag that said that was British.

"Ian Kabra don't make me put you in comatose!"

"I'd like to see you try!"

"That's it, get your f*cking Puerto Rican ass over here!"

"Make me."

I stormed down the stairs, anger my only feeling. I'm sorry, Ian might be a nice guy in some world, some dimension, but not here he's not.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I turned a corner and didn't hesitate when I ran into the living room.

Everybody was sitting in. There except for Dan and Barbie, and that was fine.

I grabbed Ian's '$80.50' collar on his Ralph Lauren dress shirt and bitched slapped his sorry face as hard as I could.

"Oh!" Emma, Hamilton, Atticus, Jake and Jonah chanted. "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

On the other hand, Amy, Evan and Sinead were trying not to crack smiles while trying to get me to stop. Yeah, right.

Next I threw Ian to the ground, and he hit his elbow on the coffee table. There was a loud snap, and Ian wailed in pain. Shit, maybe he broke his elbow. Oh well.

I stood over top of him, and stepped on his stomach.

"Take it back."

"I didn't mean it."

"Take it back."

"I... I take it back."

"Why did you say that?"

"Emma made me."

"Thanks, bud." Emma growled.

Ian groaned in pure agony. "Please... Get off. You're getting dirt on my Armani—"

I slammed my foot down on his elbow. Yes, the elbow that he hit. The sound that he made... It made my stomach curdle.

Amy jumped up immediately. "Stop, Lindsay! Please!"

I dug my heel (calm down, these are the only pair I own) into his elbow. Everybody was screaming at me now. Even Dan and Barbie decided to make an appearance.

Using his other hand, Ian grabbed my ankle and flipped me to the ground. I landed on my shoulder the wrong way. Immense pain shot through my body. I screamed in pain.

Ian didn't say anything. He was breathing hard, trying to push the tears back. Well, I wouldn't blame him. I'm pretty sure he needed surgery.

"I hate you, Ian Kabra." I grunted.

"And I hate you too, Lindsay Cahill." He spat back.

"Hospital?" Jake asked. Ian and I both nodded. "Great. I have to drive."

"Not necessarily." Sinead stopped. "I have my license too."

"Since when?" I asked.

"Uh, like four months ago. Where have you been?" Sinead asked.

"Ice. Land." I muttered through gritted teeth. "Fighting off Russian jerks while you lounged around at the mansion for six months."

"Hey, we did not lounge around." Evan defended. "They had to go to three other countries while you were gone. And Sinead, Ian and I researched our butts off."

"What happened to Zach?" I asked randomly.

"Enough talking, I am in pain." Ian grumble.

I tried to punch him, but I guess it was more like a poke. "Shut up."

"He had to leave." Amy answered. "Like, four months ago."

"Eric?"

"Dead."

"What?" I shrieked.

Dan smirked. "Kidding. He lived."

"Oh. Good."

I stood up a rubbed my aching shoulder. "Kabra's gonna need surgery. I think I'll just get a couple x rays, a sling and they'll send me out."

"Great." Amy rubbed her face. "Come on, in the truck."

So then Ian, Amy, Caleb and I jumped into the truck. We waited about twelve minutes for Sinead and Jake to fight over who's driving. Believe it or not, they both stormed away and Jonah Wizard got to put his Gangsta Kronikles stunt driving lessons to the test. Fantastic.

"Hospital here we come!" Jonah sang from the drivers seat. Amy was sitting beside Ian behind Jonah, and behind AmIan, it was me and Caleb.

Jonah floor it as he backed out of the driveway, nearly crashing in a tree. He did a 180o and floor it again, speeding off down the road. I was clutching onto Caleb for dear life.

At the hospital — believe it or not — Ian had to get surgery, and I just got some x-rays and a sling. God, I'm awesome.

"Hey." I sang, coming out of the ICU room. Caleb and Amy were in the waiting room, but I had no idea where Jonah was.

I sat down on top of Caleb. He poked my back.

"How was it?" He asked.

I shrugged with my right shoulder (the one that isn't all messed up). "It was good. Where's Jonah?"

Amy shook her head. "He disappeared."

"And now the Wizard is reappearing." Jonah came out from around the corner.

I laughed. "That was bad."

"Thanks." Jonah grumbled, sitting between Caleb/Me and Amy.

My almighty freaking phone beeped in my pocket. I pulled it out and read the text.

Wuts ur address? -Hunter

I smile took over my face. I haven't talked to that douche bag in forever!

Lol why? -ME

Psh y do u think? -Hunter

If u don't tell me I'm gonna consider u a stalker -ME

it's a surprise ^.^ -Hunter

I sighed and gave him the address. No, you puny little Vespers, I'm not writing the address in this book! For God's sake...

But what kind of surprise? I wondered. Maybe he's gonna send me a postcard or something. Yeah. That's it.